"La Vida Loca" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Sauceboy shit)
Livin' la vida loca
Sellin' these grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I can not serve you if I don't know you
I'ma do what I gon' do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine
From the block, how we came out
Now I'm just lookin' at us, now
Check the timin' on my watch, I think my moment be right now
I been tryna speak your love language
Fans need me to drop
All the fiends need drop
She don't love me, now
Perfect affection, feelin' on your waist while I caress it
I been beggin' you to come this way
You been makin' me feel real neglected
Look, I'm a gangster, I don't like to play, I'm known to stretch shit, this me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your shit bust up in the street
I'm a dirty bitch, ho walk 'round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I'm a dog, she wan' come with me and breed
She wan' go a second round, but I lay down, I'm on lean
I was sellin' crumbs to the bums right in the slums, American dream
I was servin' yay and dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Heart belt
She ain't understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt
I'll end up dyin' in the streets, I'll never make it out of here
I been sittin' high, lookin low
I don't give no fuck 'bout how a nigga feel
And I been lookin', I been missin' you so long
And I hope that you'd rather be nowhere but here
Dollars and deals
You could drive the package if you willin'
You know that lil' nigga that be poppin' wheelies?
Get up with you like he gated
Gangster bitch, it's murder in the city
Real authentic, all these problems that we facin', authentication, break it
I promise I'll cut her off I see she fakin' (Rlrrt)
I ain't tryna get put to sleep, my dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
Not a rasta, the powah the bomclat, I'll show him somethin' later
Blow the Smith, they feelin it in all ways, for a dumb hater
You serve who carrier, bitch, and you'll get sent to your fuckin' maker, 5
I'ma do what I gon' do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine
It's a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
This a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
Thuggin' all my life, to the limit, the limit
It's a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
C'est la vie, kumbaya
My'ya, my'ya
'Ana shw 'ana la mushkila
I just want reefa
Shit, 5, we live, we live like a reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out
Come on, come on, check it out
Nigga get they ass killed, boy
'Veeta
(Sauceboy shit)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Livin' la vida loca
Sellin' these grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I can not serve you if I don't know you
I'ma do what I gon' do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine
From the block, how we came out
Now I'm just lookin' at us, now
Check the timin' on my watch, I think my moment be right now
I been tryna speak your love language
Fans need me to drop
All the fiends need drop
She don't love me, now
Perfect affection, feelin' on your waist while I caress it
I been beggin' you to come this way
You been makin' me feel real neglected
Look, I'm a gangster, I don't like to play, I'm known to stretch shit, this me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your shit bust up in the street
I'm a dirty bitch, ho walk 'round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I'm a dog, she wan' come with me and breed
She wan' go a second round, but I lay down, I'm on lean
I was sellin' crumbs to the bums right in the slums, American dream
I was servin' yay and dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Heart belt
She ain't understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt
I'll end up dyin' in the streets, I'll never make it out of here
I been sittin' high, lookin low
I don't give no fuck 'bout how a nigga feel
And I been lookin', I been missin' you so long
And I hope that you'd rather be nowhere but here
Dollars and deals
You could drive the package if you willin'
You know that lil' nigga that be poppin' wheelies?
Get up with you like he gated
Gangster bitch, it's murder in the city
Real authentic, all these problems that we facin', authentication, break it
I promise I'll cut her off I see she fakin' (Rlrrt)
I ain't tryna get put to sleep, my dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
Not a rasta, the powah the bomclat, I'll show him somethin' later
Blow the Smith, they feelin it in all ways, for a dumb hater
You serve who carrier, bitch, and you'll get sent to your fuckin' maker, 5
I'ma do what I gon' do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine
It's a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
This a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
Thuggin' all my life, to the limit, the limit
It's a wild, hard life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
C'est la vie, kumbaya
My'ya, my'ya
'Ana shw 'ana la mushkila
I just want reefa
Shit, 5, we live, we live like a reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out
Come on, come on, check it out
Nigga get they ass killed, boy
'Veeta
(Sauceboy shit)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
